The Butterfly Blues II

It’s 3am,
and all I want to hear
is the sound of your fluttering wings.
Close range.
I’ll settle for the distance,
perhaps a mere echo.
Anything but silence…

It’s my fault,
I’ll own that
I made the wrong choice,
I’m paying for that.
I failed,
and you fell
right into the arms of someone else.
Actions and reactions…

All I have is memories
and haunting ‘what ifs’
Mistakes and lessons.
My greatest teacher,
My most precious gift…

I left you no other choice,
but to choose.
It’s 3am,
and I got the blues…

Written by Tamica Nicole © 2016

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